Release Blitz: Temporarily Married by Fiona Davenport

Zoe Elliot has resisted
Landon Heath’s advances, only because he’s her boss and she needs her job to
keep her work visa. But when she’s in danger of being deported, she agrees to
his crazy suggestion of getting married… temporarily, of course.

Landon wants the beautiful
Canadian for his own, and he’s not above using her situation to tie her to
him—permanently. He knows he has to move quickly, before she realizes they’re not
so temporarily married.

REVIEW

3.5 StarsReview by Lisa KaneFiona Davenport's novels have hot alpha's who have insta love for the objects of their affections. NSTM follows this pattern.

Landon Heath is a gorgeous, hot millionaire who runs his family's construction company. Zoe Elliot has been in America on a work visa from Canada for the last two months. Pretty much from the moment Landon laid eyes on her, he's asked her out. Non stop. And Zoe's always said no. She can't afford to have anything go wrong with her job or she will have to go back to Canada. She loves her huge family back home, but she is loving making her own way over here.

But something has gone wrong and the US Citizenship and Immigration Services wants to ask her a few questions. She's scared to death she's going to be sent back. Enter Landon. This situation works in his favor. He knows just what will keep Zoe in this country. She'll marry him-that way she can stay and he can have her. Forever.

When Landon tells Zoe his plan, she thinks he's lost it. Who marries someone that they've never even dated? Landon that's who. With military precision he plans and executes his mission to marry Zoe. If she happens to get pregnant with his baby along the way-all the better.

This is a short, hot novella full of caveman like motives and alpha demands. Zoe is sweet if a bit naive. Landon is obsessed and over the top.

EXCERPT

I dug through the
pile and found the envelope she was referring to at the bottom. It was impossible
to miss with US Citizenship and Immigration Services listed on the upper left
corner.

“Crap. Crap. Crap,”
I chanted to myself as I tore it open. Then it turned to “fuck, fuck, fuck” as
my heart dropped. I read through the letter quickly the first time around, and
then much more slowly to make sure I wasn’t misunderstanding what it said.
Unfortunately, the meaning didn’t change the second time around.

“I’m fucked,” I
groaned.

“Not yet you
aren’t,” Landon growled from the door as he barged into my office and slammed
it shut. “If you were, I’d know it because I’d be the one doing the fucking.”

His raspy voice slid
over my skin and heated it. Just the sound of him talking had my panties wet,
and I’d been avoiding him all this time because I’d thought he’d be the reason
why I had visa problems.

“All those wasted
opportunities,” I muttered.

“Not wasted,” he
corrected. “Foreplay.”

“I don’t have time
for this right now, Landon. Not when my whole world is falling apart,” I cried,
waving the letter in the air.

“You sound as bad
as Samantha did when she told me to get my ass in here.” He tore it from my
hands, and I dropped my head to my desk while he read through the letter.

“It’s just an
additional interview, Zoe,” he said soothingly, in a failed attempt to calm me
down.

“My visa was approved by an
immigration officer at the border two months ago. It was easy peasy. I showed
him my TN visa application letter, my bachelor’s degree, and my passport. I
answered some questions about how long I planned to stay in the country. About how
often I planned to go home to see my family. Boom, I was approved. Which means
they shouldn’t have any additional questions for me,” I retorted as I jumped to
my feet and paced back and forth. “Except, someone apparently has it in for me
since they received a tip that I lied about my intent to stay here for only
three years. Who would do something like that?”

“Calm the fuck
down,” he ordered, as though it was that simple.

“Calm down?” I
parroted. “That’s easy for you to say since you’re not the one in danger of
being deported!”

“Neither are you.”

“I beg to
differ”—I stormed towards him and jabbed my finger in his chest, absently
noticing how firm it was—“since an appointment at an immigration field office
sure sounds like the start to yanking my work visa to me.”

“You know what?”
he drawled. “Don’t calm down. Feel free to freak the fuck out because in the
end that will work out even better for me.”

“What in the heck
are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about
you and me, Zoe. You’ve been denying what’s happening between us for two,
fucking long as hell months,” he growled, his eyes lit with determination.
“You’ve used your work visa as an excuse to keep yourself away from me. Well
guess what, Blondie? Giving in to me is your way out of this mess.”

“I still have
absolutely no idea what you mean. Maybe you can dumb it down for me since I’m
blonde and all,” I muttered sarcastically, not a big fan of his nickname for
me.

“Fine,” he bit
out. “I’ll make it as simple as one word—marriage.”

“What? No,” I
gasped. “We haven’t even been out on a date!”

“And whose fault
is that?” he countered. “It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying on my part.
If I’d had my way, you wouldn’t have a single doubt about how damn serious I
am.”

Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I'm a smutoholic. I've been
reading raunchy romance novels since... well, forever and a day ago it seems.
And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me
and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret
alias, which is kind of awesome since I've always wanted one.